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by two separate
yet equally important groups:

by two separate
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Stephen Leder
takes the subway.

Stephen Leder didn't move
to New York six months ago.

Nobody else gets
walked to school.

That's not true.

I know for a fact Stacy Lake gets walked
to school by her mom.

Stacy Lake is a girl.

So is her mom.

What's the matter?

It's sticky.

Let me see.

Wait right here.

What is it?

I want you to go on in.

You're not going
to walk me in?

Do as I say, right now.

Kid and his father

found him this morning.

Do we know who he is?

No wallet, no ID.

He took a slug
to the chest

near the neck,
close range.

Looks like a second
bullet grazed him.

Stickup gone bad?

Well, let's set up
a 100-foot perimeter.

Maybe we'll get lucky
with ballistics.

There's a lot of this
red dust on his clothes.

Probably from this
wall over here.

The school just finished
sandblasting the facade.

There's a key on the end
of this chain.

I don't suppose his
address is on it.

Make it easy,
wouldn't it?

Mm. He looks too young
to be a teacher.

Headmistress was at a board meeting this
morning.

She's on her way.

Headmistress?

As schools go,
Wilshire is the Ritz.

Yeah, well, somebody better
tell them

they just lost their
four-star rating.

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He's not from the school.

Not a parent either
as far as we know.

So, how would he get
on the school grounds?

Gate's closed
around 5:00

but the nighttime custodian
keeps a side door open

until just after 8:00...

Paul Miller, Justin Menkies.

Your homeroom
teacher's waiting.

Any discipline problems
we should know about?

If there's any problem
in this neighborhood

I can assure you
it's not at Wilshire.

Meaning?

Meaning we've had trouble

since the city opened that
residence around the corner.

Homeless shelter?

A transitional center

for recovering
substance abusers.

We had a teacher mugged
not two months ago.

Maybe somebody had
another relapse.

Every time somebody
trips in this neighborhood

we get a visit
from you guys.

We heard one of your
residents got popped

for robbing a teacher
a couple months ago.

How come nobody runs
for cover when they see

our guys picking litter
off the ground?

Maybe because people don't know
who they really are.

How about last night?

Anybody from the center
out and about?

Curfew's 8:00.

So, you do
a bed check? What?

It's not a correctional
facility, Detective.

Meaning what?

We work on the honor system.

We're going
to need a list

of all your residents.

We're already into it, Chief.

That's right.

Thank you.

Well, it seems
the concerned parents

at the Wilshire School
carry some weight.

Anything turn up
at that shelter?

Transitional residence.

Almost all of their guys
have sheets.

Mostly drug-related.

Well, I guess their concerns
are justified.

The director swears they were

all in
for the evening.

What about the M.E.'s findings?

Kid was shot with a .38.

Alcohol level over the limit.

Ed, got that
forensics report.

They might be able to lift
a set of partials

from that pack of smokes.

Also, may have gotten
something on your key.

Not just a house key,
Detective. A Medeco.

Yeah, it's a
good lock, so?

Every one of them's
cut differently.

Some even require
ID cards to replace.

See this stamp?

Mean's it's part
of a master key system.

So, there's got
to be thousands

of those floating around.

Yeah, but this one's
a real granddaddy.

So, you're saying we can actually trace
this back to its owner?

Maybe halfway.

I called Medeco.

They say the key was
part of a shipment

to Fields Hardware
back in '72.

Here's a fax copy
of the order slip.

Look, can we make
this quick?

I'm 30 yards short
on a concrete pour.

Okay. We're just trying
to track down a set of locks

you guys purchased
through Fields Hardware.

Fields?
Uh-huh.

My old man did
business with them.

They've been out
of business

probably 20 years.

We know, but we
traced this order

for some locks
to you guys.

Look, the last time
I cooperated with you guys

I got 17 union violations.

Hey, we're not interested

in who's buried in
the Meadowlands, Mr. Panero.

'72?

My old man ran
the business then.

Order this small would have been
for a residential building.

We put up a bunch of postwars
around that time.

Mostly near Union Square.

Could've belonged to any one

of 100 apartments here

and that's just
in this building.

There's four others just like it in this
neighborhood.

All of them use Medecos.

Yeah, we know.
We've been.

Hey, Ray.
Mm-hmm?

You recognize this kid?

I can't say I do.

Recognize the T-shirt.

The T-shirt?

The logo.

A few years ago, a theater group threw a
benefit.

I helped them put up
some posters;

it looked
just like that.

What's that lady's name?
The one who runs it?

The one who lives down the block
on Gramercy Square.

Mrs. Dubow?

That's the one, yeah.

They're called
Booth Scholarships

so underprivileged kids
can study theater.

Edwin Booth. Greatest American
actor of his day.

His brother killed
Abraham Lincoln.

John Wilkes.

Never the actor Edwin was.

Yeah, but a better shot.

Uh, is this kid one of
the scholarship winners?

Oh, my God, that's Peter and
Johanna Wilder's boy Scott.

Peter Wilder?

The real estate developer?

What happened to him?

You say Scott's body
was found in the schoolyard?

That's right.

Maybe he was coming home.

Hmm.

Scott attended school
at Wilshire when he was younger.

The truth is, we, um...
haven't seen our son

in some time.

This was him
the day he graduated.

Good-looking kid.

Why is it, uh

you haven't been
in contact with him?

Scott, uh, dropped out
of college a few years ago.

He refused to take
any real job.

He was having a hard time
finding himself.

My wife liked to make excuses for our son

but it was pretty obvious

that by continuing
to support him

we were just preventing him
from growing up.

So you stopped?

I don't know if either of you
ever had a child make decisions

you knew were
destructive.

It was the hardest thing I ever
had to do...

to tell him
he couldn't stay with us.

That was almost two years ago.

Do you have any idea
what Scott did

to support himself?

Um... the last time
I spoke to him

he was working at a bike shop.

A place on Canal

and Sixth.

I gave him this key
the day he left.

I told him no matter what

no matter what was happening
in his life

he could always use it
to come home.

Scott? No, Scott hasn't
been by in over a month.

Why? Something happen?

No, he just didn't show.

The way it worked was
he'd come by mostly weekends

revalve a few shocks

straighten out
a few derailleurs.

I gave him cash all the time

depending upon how many bikes
he did

but it wasn't
a regular thing.

Do you have a number for him?
Some place you could call?

I think he lived
with a girlfriend

but I never
got a number.

How about these guys--
anybody friendly with him?

Uh, maybe. Check it out.

So, you don't even know
his girlfriend's name?

No, we just worked
together sometimes.

The subject of chicks
never came up?

He's getting buck; why am I
going to want her number?

This guy's like
a real gentleman.

Yeah, his piece, right?
Scott was real personal.

I don't think he'd even
like me talking about it.

I don't think
he'd mind too much now.

Oh, yeah?

Scott's dead, Adam.

So if you do know

who he was hooked up with

we'd appreciate it
if you told us.

Her name's Karen.

I don't know where she lives,
but I know where she might work.

How?

How'd it happen?

He got shot.

You don't seem
too surprised.

I knew something
like this could happen.

Now, why would you think that?

When I first met Scott,
he was a mess.

His dad kicked him out
of his house, did you know that?

From what we heard

Scott was pretty much responsible for his
own problems.

Scott did things
to get back at his father.

What kind of things?

Used drugs, sold drugs.

Scott thought his father
was this big fake.

A guy who pretended to be
a big family man

a big charity giver

but would just never deal
with his own son.

So, by destroying
his own life

he gets even
with his father?

Sounds like a great plan.

I thought Scott
finally got it--

was ready to move on.

But?

A few weeks ago,
I come home

and find some money
in a drawer...

a thousand dollars.

Did you ask him where he got it?

He wouldn't tell me.

So I used the money to pay
the rent and told him to leave.

Sounds like you did the right
thing.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

Excuse me.

Green.

What about other people
Scott worked with?

No... I mean, way back,
there was this one guy, Richie

but since then.

Richie have a last name?

We never met.

Yeah, thanks.

Lennie. That was forensics.

They got a match on the partials from the
pack of cigarettes.

Okay.

Uh, if we have
any other questions

we'll be in touch.

Do his parents know?

Yeah.

Do they even care?

Greg Carter?

Yeah. You want to stop sweeping?

We'd like a
word with you.

What's this about?

You recognize this guy?

No.

His body turned up
at that school over there.

Yeah, I wouldn't know
anything about that.

What about your
prints being

on a pack
of cigarettes

we found
in his pocket?

What do you
know about that?

You smoke, Greg?

What happened, Greg?
You get a little craving?

You need a little money
for something?

Sure, robbery gone bad.
Happens all the time.

My problem's
with the bottle, man.

I don't touch that other stuff.

Well, tell us what
you did with the gun?

I told you, kid gave me
a cigarette.

I didn't have any gun.

What time was that?

Look, I'm out after curfew,
I could lose my room.

You could lose a whole lot more
than that

if you don't tell us
the truth.

I tell you what I saw,
you'll make it right for me?

I mean, at the program?

You're going to have to make
this right on your own, Greg.

I was having a hard time
that night.

It gets like that
for me sometimes.

I had to get out, you know?

Anyway, I see this kid
out by the school having a smoke

so I stopped and asked him for one.

I hope for your sake
that's not the end of the story.

No, I went to this little store
across the street, right?

Bought a soda.

When I come out,
I see this kid arguing

with somebody.

Okay, what did this
somebody look like?

It was a girl.

White. About his age.

Tall... short brown hair.

He said she was carrying a dark
backpack with reflective strips.

Yeah, is there
a Richie there?

Thanks, sorry
to bother you.

What about his ex?
Short blonde hair.

And we think this guy's
telling the truth?

He seems like a drunk trying to
make the grade; can't hack it.

What about this other angle, this Richie?

We've been going through

the girlfriend's phone records,
making calls.

All we know is
they ordered a lot of takeout

but no Richie.

Lieutenant, there's
a Detective Lopez

here to see you.

How can we help you,
Detective?

You tell me. Somebody paged me
about an hour ago.

You plainclothes?

Narcotics.
How'd you guys get my number?

Yeah,
that's the kid.

We met once, in Central Park, by the
bandstand.

Made a small buy.

Why didn't
you arrest him?

We were waiting
on a bigger fish.

How big a fish
you after?

That's Peter
Wilder's son.

The real estate guy?

I'm going to crack
Richie's skull.

Richie?

Punk C.I.

He's the one who
brought me this kid.

What? You
guys know him?

We're waiting to be
formally introduced.

You been a bad boy, Richie.

Look at me.

Didn't I tell you

there couldn't be
any secrets between us?

Look... No, no, no, no. You look.

You're going to talk to
these homicide detectives

about this dead kid.

I hear you
held back, Richie

I'm going
to make arrests

you don't
want me to make.

On complaints you
don't want to sign.

You understand?

This is all yours.

Make me proud

Richie.

He thinks you cost
him a promotion.

I guess nothing works out
the way you hoped.

Things didn't
work out too good

for Scott Wilder
either.

I don't know
anything about this.

Fine by us.

Look...

all I know is...

I don't hear from Scott
for, like, a year

and then suddenly he calls me up

and pushes me
to help him move some coke.

You sure it was him pushing you?

He said he needed money
right away.

Mmm. So you hooked him up?

We used to run together.

Then he got out.

At least I thought he did.

Then I get this call,
and he shows up

with his
girlfriend.

What did this
girl look like?

Maybe 20, 21,
short brown hair, pretty.

What was she wearing?

Suede jacket. Brown.

She carrying a backpack?

Yeah, now you say it,
I think so.

She have a name?

This girl
didn't say anything.

I got the feeling
she didn't want to be there.

Where did this little meeting take
place?

McDonald's. Boerum Hill.

Scott said
he was staying nearby.

So you got him

back on coke, then you
introduced him to an undercover.

That about the size of it?

Hey, I don't make
the introduction

I breach my agreement.

But I never told Lopez
who Scott was

and I kept the sale
under an ounce.

Karen, we think that Scott was
seeing another girl.

We also think she might
have been involved

in what happened to him.

I know this is tough

but any chance you
throwing him out

had anything
to do with her?

He really broke my heart

you know?

Yeah. I do.

So, you did know
about her.

Not who she is, but...

When I found the money,
I also found this.

I don't know why I even carry

the damn thing
around with me.

"Alan Rosenbeck, OB/GYN."

It's an appointment card.

I take it

the appointment
wasn't for you.

And the writing on the back--
it's not Scott's.

I'm afraid all I can say

is that Scott Wilder
was a patient.

Correct me if
I'm wrong, Doc

but as far as I can tell

Scott Wilder couldn't
have been pregnant.

And if he just accompanied
some girl here

that doesn't make him
a patient.

Look, I'm just not comfortable

getting into specific
treatments with you.

All right, how about
you just tell us

the girl's name.

From what
you've been telling me

I understand

what's at stake,
but...

What if we got written consent
from the parents?

That's only half

the equation.

I can't violate
one patient's privacy

at the request of another.

I really am sorry.

A guy goes to see an OB/GYN
for one of two reasons.

Either he wants to be a father,
or he doesn't.

Hard to believe
fatherhood was

at the top of
this kid's list.

Either way,
without a steady job

he'd have had a hard time
paying for one on Park Avenue.

Yeah, well, enter drugs
as a career opportunity.

And Karen seizes the proceeds
to pay the rent.

Maybe he swallowed
his pride.

Well, the parents said
they hadn't seen him.

I don't care how much
you hate your father.

You still go see him
when you're in trouble.

My daughter never did.

Hey, man, hold on a second.

Hey, how you doing, man?

Do you mind if I ask
you a couple questions

about your building's
sign-in sheet?

Scott was seen

arguing with her
at the crime scene

the night of
the murder.

It wasn't the woman
he was living with.

The doctor wouldn't tell you
anything about her?

Not without the other
patient's consent.

We might have a grandchild
out there somewhere.

You don't have any idea
who she is?

This is the
sign-in sheet

from the doctor's lobby

the day your son
had an appointment.

I hope you can recognize the name.

We told you, we hadn't heard
anything about our son

in over two years.

We understand
what the situation was.

It's just sometimes
it's tough

keeping such a hard
line with your kids.

A woman did call once
looking for Scott.

When was that?

Maybe
eight weeks ago.

You never told me that.

I just
didn't want

to start all that again
with you and Scott.

I thought we agreed.

You agreed.

We both did.

The counselor told us

we had to let him go.

That it was the only way.

Don't rewrite history, Johanna.

Did you get a name, a
number for this girl?

We only spoke
for a moment or two.

When I told her
Scott wasn't here

she just hung up.

Wait. Wait-- here.

Jessie. I think that's it.

Wilder didn't sign in,
and from the handwriting

it could be, like,
a Jessie Lucas, Logan--

it's hard to tell.

Well, those are
pretty common names.

The handwriting
matches the one

on the back
of the appointment card.

If it's the same girl he took with him to
see Lopez' C.I.

she probably lives
somewhere near Boerum Hill.

What's the D.A.'s
position

on the subpoena
for the doctor?

They're working on it.

Okay. In the meantime

let's get some of our people
on the Brooklyn phone books

have D.M.V.
run all the possibles

see if we can get an address on
anyone matching our description.

12th time's the charm?

Jessie left for the store

about 15 minutes ago.

She ought to be
back any second.

Is this your daughter,
Ms. Lucas?

Yes.

She still wear her
hair like this?

No, it's shorter.

Look, you guys haven't told me

what this is all about.

We just need to talk to her.

Mom, what's going on?

These are police officers.

They want to ask you
some questions.

About what?

Scott Wilder.

Jess.

Maybe we should talk someplace
else.

Am I under arrest?

What for? What
did you do?

I didn't do anything.

We've got a witness
who put you at the crime scene

arguing with him.

I didn't kill him.

We know you made a drug buy
with him, Jessie.

Yeah, a drug buy
you didn't seem too happy about.

What happened?
He rip you off?

Is that it?

It was nothing like that.

Then what
was the argument about?

It wouldn't have
anything to do

with a doctor's
appointment, would it?

Do you know what I think?

I think he got you pregnant,
and then

he didn't want the baby.

That's sick.

Or maybe he
didn't want you.

I mean, he's sleeping with you

he's living with
another woman.

That couldn't make
you feel good.

Will you please just stop?!

Then you find out
that he won't pay

only you know
about his family.

You know that he
comes from money.

No!

You called his parents' house
one day.

What was that,
a shakedown?

No, you don't
understand.

Scott wasn't my lover,
or my boyfriend.

We were brother and sister,
okay?!

Brother and sister!

And I want a lawyer.

Brother and sister...

so much for our theory
about a lover's quarrel.

And she lawyered up.

But my detectives did some
digging on the Internet.

And it seems this doctor
authored several papers

on kinship analysis.

Kinship analysis?

Yeah, it's a paternity test

when the parents
aren't available.

Yeah, but I just haven't
heard of too many cases

where the mother
doesn't know.

It looks like she
was trying to prove

Peter Wilder
was her father

using his son to do it.

So why kill him?

It's got to have something to do with that
test.

But her physician
is refusing

to release her file.

So, we were hoping you
could nudge him a little.

Yes, I love litigating
in the dark.

Ms. Carmichael?

Your Honor, we're
requesting a subpoena

releasing Scott Wilder's
medical file.

I see I have
a written waiver

from the deceased's parents.

What's the complication?

Release of
these records

would violate my client's

doctor-patient privilege.

His client shouldn't be
allowed to control

the medical information

of anyone else.

Judge, the results
of the kinship analysis

contains physical data
contributed by my client.

Which means

you can't release one
without revealing

information
about the other.

Your Honor,
even if that's true

she gave up any privilege when she
volunteered

the results
of the analysis

to the police.

Her statement to the police wasn't
voluntary.

It was the product
of interrogation.

There's also the issue
of self-incrimination.

The DA's just trying
to get these records

so they can
find a motive

to a crime my client
isn't even charged with.

What about it, Ms. Carmichael?

We're just trying to ascertain
the facts, Your Honor.

Sounds more like

you're fishing for them.

In any event, at this point
she's not a defendant

and without a charge

I'm afraid the People

have not met
their burden.

Subpoena denied.

So now all we have
is a witness

who puts her at the school arguing with
him.

And we still don't know
what the argument was about.

Not to mention a lawyer
who won't let her say a word.

Maybe she
doesn't have to.

Say it's true.

Say you just discovered

you're the daughter
of a very wealthy man.

What would you
want from him?

Acknowledgment...

money, contact.

So where would you start?

You feeling like
a little man-to-man?

My purpose in asking
these questions

is not to pry into your life,
Mr. Wilder.

You think this girl killed him?

A witness places her
with your son that night.

Another puts her with Scott
at a drug buy.

At this point she's a suspect.

It's all so incredible.

Is she your daughter?

I honestly don't know.

I had an affair with her mother

a long time ago.

And you've never taken

a paternity test?

We advised against it.

But I've given this woman
whatever financial support

she's asked for.

Submitting to a paternity test

results in a loss of control
over the situation.

Even with small odds.

I wasn't about to play
Russian roulette

with child support.

Look... my wife knows
nothing about this.

Were you aware that Jessie
had made contact with your son?

No.

But about six months ago

I'm sitting at my desk

and a receptionist calls me
and tells me

my daughter's
on line three.

You spoke to her?

Truth is, we just hoped
she'd go away.

What other contact
did you have with her?

Never face-to-face.

After all these years,
what was the point?

But she kept calling.

So what did you do?

I contacted her mother.

Brenda had no idea
what her daughter was doing.

She made a promise

that it would stop.

It didn't.

That's the letter Mr. Wilder received from
Jessie.

In it, she threatens
to sell her story

to the tabloids.

"...unless you pay $250,000."

I decided to let
my lawyers handle it.

His lawyer told
Jessie Lucas

she'd be committing
a felony

if she persisted
in her demands.

Just what a girl wants
to hear from her father.

Wilder also threatened
to terminate

his financial support
for Brenda Lucas.

Nothing like pouring
gasoline on a fire.

Which might explain why
she'd kill Peter Wilder.

But his son?

By all accounts Scott
Wilder was helping her.

Well, maybe she
didn't want to share

any of her newfound
inheritance.

Or maybe he was
part of the plot

and in the end somehow

tried to
double-cross her.

Why not revenge?

Or any other reason
for that matter?

We could pick her up.

I'm not arresting her
for homicide

based on speculation.

An arrest could
give us leverage

with her
or her mother.

Ms. Lucas, is your
daughter home?

She's in her room.

Would you ask her
to come out, please?

Why?

Mom?

Jessie Lucas

we have a warrant
for your arrest.

My daughter did not kill
Scott Wilder.

The charge isn't
murder, Ms. Lucas...

it's extortion.

I came here on my own.

You can't force me to testify
against my own daughter.

Actually we can.

What purpose

would that serve?

Peter Wilder tells us

you knew of your daughter's efforts to
contact him.

Peter Wilder's a bastard.

Being a bastard
isn't a defense to blackmail.

Yeah, well, it ought to be.

It ought to be a defense
to anything she did.

Including murder?

Peter Wilder would never
agree to anything.

He always threatened me
with money.

And all this time, my daughter
is growing up believing

that he's her father.

You know, he could've put
a stop to this a long time ago

if he'd just...

Jessie didn't kill his son.

Scott was helping her

for God's sake.

Helping her extort her father?

You can answer
our questions now

or you can answer them later

in front of a grand jury,
Ms. Lucas.

I was a different person
when I knew Peter.

I was dating several men.

It's a little difficult to tell
your daughter

you don't know who...

What did you tell her?

One day she saw me looking at
a newspaper photograph of Peter.

He was standing there
with his wife...

with Scott.

Anyway, Jessie
just asked me

"Is that my daddy?"

She was eight years old...

and the look in her eye...

She needed my answer
to be "yes."

Can you understand that?

I couldn't deny her that.
I just couldn't.

Only I didn't know then
that it wasn't true.

I can't believe
she gave you this.

You believed this man

was your father
for a long time.

Until the kinship
analysis

told you he wasn't.

It must've come
as quite a shock

when you discovered

Peter Wilder wasn't
your father.

Only you weren't
going to let that

get in the way

of a little
extortion, were you?

Don't answer her.

It has to have been difficult...

seeing this family sailing
through life year after year

while you and your mother
struggled.

But none of it
was real.

You knew that the moment you saw the test
results.

Which means Scott knew, too.

Killing him would've
been the only way

the truth would never be known.

You're charging her with murder?

We have motive

we have opportunity.

The only thing we don't have
is a murder weapon.

Jess, you have
to tell them.

I can't.

I've already done enough.

How does being convicted

of a crime you didn't
commit help anyone?

Counselor, if there's
something to say...

now would be the time.

Jess, please...
just tell them.

I was wrong about all of it...

about Peter Wilder
being my father

Scott...
all of it.

I just wanted
to make him notice me.

Peter Wilder?

I really believed
he was my father.

I mean, I would look
at his picture and just know

that he was my dad.

And I couldn't understand
why he didn't love me.

I couldn't understand
what was wrong with me.

How my own father

could just...
pretend I didn't exist.

When finally I realized

that money was the only thing
important to him.

So you had Scott help you
blackmail his father?

But I was wrong
about Scott, too.

He wasn't happy.

Not the way I'd imagined.

Scott hated his father.

What happened that night?

Scott and I were supposed
to meet him at the school.

But standing there

knowing the truth...

I wanted nothing from this man.

So I told Scott
I couldn't do it.

And then I left.

Scott wasn't the one
who backed out that night...

I was.

If Jessie's telling the truth

she and Scott arranged
to meet Wilder

at the school that night
to receive the payoff.

Only once the kinship
analysis proved

that he wasn't her father, she couldn't go
through with it.

Apparently, the son still wanted to
go forward.

His relationship with the father
is that bad?

Wilder himself admitted that he hadn't
spoken

with his son in
over two years.

Okay. The boy's on drugs.

Obviously nothing else
is working.

What could be more painful
for any parent than to tell

their kid to get out?

He seemed to have no problem
doing it to Jessie Lucas.

He wasn't her father.

But he never knew that.

And by his own admission

he fought against
ever finding out.

All that time
leaving this girl

growing up with the delusion that he was
her father.

Why would Wilder kill his boy?

My guess, Wilder couldn't stand
the betrayal.

Why didn't she say
this to the police

the first time she
was questioned?

Well, if not for the lawyers,
she probably would have.

In any event, she would have
been admitting to extortion.

And there was always
Wilder's threat

to cut off the mother.

Do we have anything

to corroborate her story?

Two days
before Scott Wilder's death

Mr. Wilder withdrew $250,000

from a brokerage
account.

The exact amount
of the extortion demand.

And...

Mr. Wilder has
a .38 caliber handgun

registered in his name.

Get a warrant.

I don't understand

how you can come
into our home

and makes these
accusations.

He was our son,
do you understand?

Our only child.

How can you
even think

we had anything
to do with this?

Just calm down.

It's going to be okay.

No, it's not.

Nothing's ever going
to be okay again.

Do you have any safes
in the house, Mr. Wilder?

Any private lockboxes?

No.

It's just that we don't like

to destroy personal property

unless we have to.

I told you "no."

Mr. Wilder, would you mind
coming here?

We need you to show us
the clothes you were wearing

the night of
your son's death.

I don't think I can remember
what I was wearing that night.

Well, do you wear the same coat every day,
the same shoes?

Uh, the same coat--
a gray overcoat.

It's here in the closet.

There's a few different shoes
I could have been wearing.

They're upstairs.

Bag the coat.

I'm going to check
upstairs for the shoes.

Peter? Johanna?

Oh, Stephen...

Thank God you're here.

I came as quickly
as I could.

I'm Mr. Wilder's attorney.

What's going on?

We have a
search warrant.

I'd like to see it
if you don't mind.

They're going through everything.

They want his coat, his shoes.

For what purpose?

It's not because
we're cold, Counselor.

They think Peter
killed Scott.

Based on what?

Well, for openers, your client can't
produce

a .38 caliber handgun
that's registered in his name.

I already told him I purchased that gun
over eight years ago.

I didn't even know it
was missing until today.

Lennie.

What have
you got?

Red dust.

You been to any construction sites lately,
Mr. Wilder?

Peter, don't say a word.

Not a single word.

What do we hear?

Briscoe and Green couldn't
find the gun.

Great.

I thought you fixed

this damn thing.

They also couldn't find

any record of Wilder reporting
the gun stolen, either.

Still means you don't have
a murder weapon.

We've tried homicides
without one before.

We'll make the case.

In front of a grand jury

maybe.

You really think
a trial jury's going

to believe that Peter Wilder killed his
own son?

This guy was happy
to see Jessie Lucas charged.

Difficult or not, I think

we have an obligation
to prosecute.

We also have a
burden of proof.

And since it's going to be

my ass they'll use
as target practice

I'd like to test that proof.

Get a preliminary hearing.

Get a judge
to back our position.

To agree that there's
probable cause to indict Wilder.

I lived with Scott almost two
years.

And in that time
how would you describe

his relationship
with his father?

They didn't speak.

Why?

Objection.

The witness is being asked to testify

as to the mental state of another person.

The witness lived
with the victim

for almost two years.

Certainly she knew his mind.

I do think I need
a little context here.

I'll allow it
if the witness knows.

Scott's father was
bigger than life.

Everything about him.

Even the buildings he put up.

Scott always felt
like he could never measure up.

No matter what he did.

I think he just wanted
to get even that night.

The dust on Mr. Wilder's shoes
is from fireclay brick.

What's the significance
of that?

It's the same brick used
at the Wilshire School.

Our analysis of the dust also
showed other variables

unique to the site,
including chemicals used

in the sandblasting
process.

So the dust on Mr. Wilder's
shoes can be identified

with the school.

It's an exact match.

Your evidence indicates

that my client was present
at the schoolyard.

Correct.

But when,
you don't know.

No.

So had my client gone
to the schoolyard

on a subsequent morning doing

what any grieving parent
might do--

visiting the site
where his child died--

that would be consistent
with your findings, wouldn't it?

Yes, it would.

No further questions.

When did you first make contact
with Scott Wilder?

About eight months ago

through a private investigator.

Why were you so interested
in meeting him?

At the time, I thought Peter Wilder was my
father.

Why make contact
with his son?

Because he wouldn't see me.

He wouldn't even speak to me.

I had been told about a type
of paternity test--

a kinship analysis,
and that test can verify

whether two people share a common parent.

What was Scott's reaction
meeting you?

He wanted to help.

The night
of Scott Wilder's murder

you were with him?

Yes.

Tell the court why.

We had arranged
to meet Mr. Wilder

to get money.

Money for what?

To keep Scott and me quiet
about the fact he was my father.

And did you in fact
meet Mr. Wilder that night?

No. I did not.

Why not?

Because I found out
I wasn't his daughter.

And finding out
just made me understand

that whatever it was
I was looking for from him

I wasn't ever going to find it.

And I needed to get on
with my own life.

Did Scott Wilder agree
with your decision?

No.

In fact, he got angrier.

See, Scott...

See, Scott thought
that he was finally going

to be able to expose his father.

And when I told him
that I wasn't his sister

he just couldn't let it go.

He thought that if he did

that his father would just
get away with it--

with the affair and everything.

And I just couldn't convince him
to leave with me.

And where did all of this
take place?

At the Wilshire School.

Scott said that was the place
that it had all started.

The beginning
of all the disappointments.

And he thought
it should end there.

Thank you.

You spent a long time
on this quest

to find your father, didn't you?

All my life.

You hired a lawyer
and a private investigator.

He wouldn't talk to me.

And you're not one to take no
for an answer

are you, Miss Lucas?

Not from my father. No.

But... he wasn't your father.

I didn't know that.

So you called Mr. Wilder,
and you told him

that you'd gotten his son
to help you.

Yes.

But even when you knew,
when you knew

for a fact
that he was not your father

that didn't stop you

from trying to blackmail him
either, did it?

I didn't go through with it.

But Scott did.
Yes.

Scott, the son

who stood to inherit everything,
and you--

the rejected child with nothing

but it was him.

He was the one that did it.

That's what we argued about.

You argued?

Yes.

But it wasn't
about Scott wanting

to go through with it, was it?

The DA's report indicates
that you told them that you

were responsible
for Scott's death.

That's not what I meant.

Scott Wilder was
in possession

of information that would
forever put to rest

your obsession
that his father

was yours,
that would turn off forever

the money spigot.

You knew that the only way

that your plan could succeed now
would be

if Scott were
to keep his mouth shut.

And that's why you killed him

didn't you?
No!

And now you dare

come into this courtroom

and blame his father
for his death.

Haven't you done enough
to this family

without dragging them
through all of this?

The press won't be kind to us
tomorrow.

Wilder's people will see
to that.

It won't be the first time

we've taken a hit
in the headlines.

First time I have.

If we could get

Wilder to
take the stand.

No. He won't
testify.

Not now.

Why should he?

His lawyer did all the work
for him.

This guy always gets his lawyers

to do the work for him.

And he always plays to win.

What's your point?

Jessie Lucas had been
going after that money

for months. Why suddenly fold
your hand that night?

And why go down there
by yourself?

Something made him
change his mind.

Or he never changed his mind
at all.

He went down there because
he had no intention of paying.

I hope this meeting is
to inform us

you're withdrawing charges.

No.

I'm afraid not.

What's this?

Those are the phone records

from your client's
place of business.

I'm-I'm sorry.
I don't understand.

Phone records of what?

Will you explain it
to her, Mr. Wilder

or should we?

Your husband called Brenda
Lucas

several times in the days
before Scott was killed.

We know she told you Jessie wasn't
your daughter

but your son was still willing
to betray you, wasn't he?

He was still willing
to fleece his old man

and you just couldn't

let him get away
with that, could you?

It-it wasn't like that.

You sat there and allowed your
lawyer

to accuse that girl of murder.

What else could it be?

You did it.

You killed him.

Listen to me,
Johanna.

Listen to what?
How to turn our son

out into the streets?

All right, I'm going
to need

adjournment to have
these records examined.

No. Let's get it over with.

This is not wise, Peter.

What the hell's left
to protect, Stephen?

I've been running
from this thing

for too long.

I went to meet Scott.

Yes, I was angry

but I thought if I could just
talk to him.

Just talk to him, Jo.

Why can't you people
just leave it alone?

What happened that night,
Mr. Wilder?

He was waiting for me
in the schoolyard.

Same way he did
when he was a boy.

He was so sure

he had me.

When I told him I knew...

knew the truth...

it was like his whole world
just fell in on him.

Like the only reason for his
being alive was to show me up.

That's when I saw the gun.

He must have taken it

at some point when
he was in the house.

I don't know. He...

At first I thought he
was going to shoot me.

But then he...

He pointed it...

He pointed it at his own head.

He started to cry.

He said, uh, "This is what you
wanted all along, isn't it?

What you always wanted."

I could see he was going
to do it, too.

Just to get back at me.

So stupid.

So I just... reached for it.

But he wouldn't let go.

He...

The gun went off twice.

When I looked down...

his eyes were open.

And God...

God help me, I just picked up
the gun, and I ran.

I...

I would never hurt him.

Whatever you may think of me,
Johanna.

He was my son.

We gave up the right...

to call him our son

a long time ago.

Can I assume
you won't be going forward

with the
murder charge?

If we can verify
it was a suicide.

One child starved
for his recognition.

The other crushed under
the weight of his disapproval.

And the father forced
to admit complicity

in the son's suicide.

There are worse places
than prison.